Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 19:13:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Katie Everett
Subject: What Hot Spanking Sister Does PART TWO
What Hot Spanking Sister Does to Her Brother
(and Boyfriends) and The Fun We're all Having in High School
with our Boyfriends and Brothers
by Katie Everett
Copyright 2006 by Katie Everett
Part Two
The Planning and the Party
Katie makes her plans and phone calls and The Party starts.
All NAMES in my stories are fakes except 'Katie.'
You can write to me (Katie) at:
EverettStorOrg@yahoo.com
It's NOT an org, but that keeps the spam down. It's my
personal email account, and I INVITE YOU to send any
COMMENTS (or ideas), which I will read and cherish! Okay,
it's a hard email address to type, so copy and paste it
please. I got lots of ideas for this one. If ya like it,
send email, I'll do more.
If you're too young to be legal, don't read this.
This is not my first story but it's the first I'm writing
for Nifty. (No, I don't get paid for it.) It's about
Katie--that's me--and my girlfriends, and my brother Brian
and one or two of his friends. And a couple of other girls'
brothers, too. And their boyfriends. The boyfriends get to
play our games, too. We're *all* in high school.
Here's the NEW part. A couple of messages first, from me to you:
One new character, Aaron, is in college, but he's not a regular
part of our group.
Something I gotta clarify: In Part One, I said that because of
an accident when he was 8, my brother Brian produces no sperm at
all. Sperm is a *solid,* not a liquid, and its only a very tiny
part of the stuff boys shoot when they come, which is mostly
liquid. (Sperm is the live part of the semen that makes you
pregnant.)
Brian's condition is VERY rare. If a boy tells me he's that way,
I would not believe him without some proof.
IF YOU WANNA GET PREGNANT, IGNORE THIS
Teasing a boy is very dangerous without condoms plus vaginal
foam. One drop or less of either *CUM* (semen) OR *PRE CUM* (the
clear stuff) can get you pregnant---if some is on your hand and
you finger yourself, or from falling on or near your pubic hair.
The sperm will find its way in. It can even drip down from your
tummy! Trust me, sperm is like magic. It will find a way in.
If you're not prepared to have sex right then and there, don't
tease.
THE STORY
So far, as to women characters, there is or about to be: Me, of
course; Angie, 16 (she's my best friend, not the smartest but
straightforward, even more so than Amy. She's a blonde this
year). Latoya, 17 (a great person, tall, thin, elegant-looking).
Amy, 16 (Amy is just Amy, boy crazy and promiscuous, but very
honest and forthright). Sarah, 17 (another elegant type, tall
and thin, excellent taste in boys). Karla, 17 (very giving, hard
working, not so great taste in boys, but Karla smiles a lot and
it's great to be around her. She's very sensitive. If someone
hurt her, you feel bad for her more strongly than for the
others).
You know me, and a little about Angie. I have a younger brother,
Brian. Angie's bro is older. We all go to the same high school.
On the boy's side, we have (or will have) Brian, 16; Damien, 17;
Aaron, 19; and Karla's boyfriend Jeremy (who's tall for 16 and
passes for older, until he talks, then you think he's 13). Aaron
is in college and he's Sarah's boyfriend. A new boy (new to all
us girls), Dylan, 16, comes into play in Part Two. I don't know
much about Aaron or Dylan yet. Oh---nothing against 13-year-
olds, they're good people.
You already know something about 16-year-old Brian, *my* brother;
and Angie's brother, Damien, 17.
All the boys except Aaron go to our school. Aaron and Dylan are
the only boys who haven't been to any of our parties *yet.*
HEY THERE LADIES AND MEN - and gentlemen if there's any left:
Maybe it was the holiday weekend, and thank you to those five
people who sent me nice email, but five ain't gonna cut it.
I'm creating these chapters as we go along and I need fuel.
Get those TYPING FINGERS warmed up please---I *did* manage to
finish Part 2, but now I'm out of gas! Sputter, sputter...!
Send me an email and tell me if you like my story.
Last time:
"And if all goes well, Damien will be the star attraction at
Friday night's little party. From what Angie says, the rest
of us girls will not only be *seeing* Damien, we'll *hear*
from him. She won't tell me the details on that, either,
but I can just imagine.
I just used the scrub brush on Brian's pole-thing. It makes
him sing loud in the shower. Makes it a little red, but it
doesn't look injured. I made him lick me good, too, for all the
extra work I had to do. Maybe I can show the girls when they're
over. Maybe. For now, I better be sure it's clean, and scrub
it again."
Part Two
With love, from Katie:
I scrubbed Brian's thing, telling him it doesn't hurt that much,
powdered him, adjusted his chastity belt, and put him to bed.
I mean, if he's gonna start putting his thing in Peter's butt,
*I'm* gonna make sure it's extra clean for *me.* Brian has to be
trained to clean it---and *that* training has to start *now.*
I even put my best cold cream on his thing so it wouldn't hurt
rubbing against the plastic of the chastity belt. When I put him
to bed, he was comfortable. He's such a baby sometimes.
At least he'd had his weekly orgasm today, so I didn't have to
hear THAT complaint. Other nights, he whines about being horny.
On Tuesday nights he's climbing the wall and begs to come. On
Wednesdays, if he's been good, he gets his orgasm. He can't make
sperm because of his accident down there, but he makes all those
other boy fluids---lots---so you can't tell anything's different
with him.
When I'm in the mood, I make him go slow for part of the time
and get to feel the wide tip of his hot thing when it throbs.
When I make him go really really slow, it's like heaven with that
thing stroking in me. Sometimes, when I make him hold *real*
still, I feel his boytube throbbing---just from his heartbeat.
Sometimes Brian moans late at night, but that doesn't worry me.
The plastic chastity canister holds his prong tightly, so there's
no wiggle room, and that means he can't have a wet dream. But he
*can* be noisy. If I didn't have my own room, I'd sue my
parents.
I hate to wait for news, so Angie and I agreed on making
Wednesday the one day we let our brothers shoot their stuff, so
we can compare "brother behavior" notes on the *same* day. But
Angie only lets Damien come every *other* week, so we only get to
compare once every two weeks. Brian really likes Wednesdays.
This Wednesday is coming to a close.
I mean, I like to make a boy wait and get him all worked up, but
the more I think about it---two weeks? Poor Damien! I'm in my
soft mood when I think like that. But when I have a boy tied
down and get to work on his thing and make it jump, that's
different. A few hours of pole-teasing maybe feels like two
weeks to him.
I wish more of the other girls were into their brothers, but
alas, it's just me and Angie. I know she's not looking for a
boyfriend, but she's cute enough to be in the market---almost as
pretty as me. Myself, I'm not sure if I want a boyfriend now or
not.
I don't want a boy *hanging around* all the time. A boy wants to
'spend time' with you, he gets mushy, tells you all this stuff---
and who knows what's true?! (Yes, there are sincere, sweet guys
out there but it's so hard to tell.) What's true is he gets my
incredible scent up his nose, then he's like Velcro until he
shoots his 'load.' The next day, he's back---with bigger and
better Velcro. Please! I got better things to do.
I guess I'm not willing to share my private time right now. But
I have my eye on a couple of hot guys. Hot *and* cute. To the
connoisseur, there's a difference. A guy can be athletic, ooze
sex and masculinity, have a truly fine body---that's hot---but
not be cute; not have the type of face I want. So then I don't
want him, not that way. I mean, he should match all over. But
the really cute ones *are* high-maintenance.
Besides, if I ever decide to have some fun with a *girl*---like
Angie---and that's a big if, I don't want some guy or
relationship thing hanging over my head. My brother Brian is
enough work for now. It's hard, training and grooming a boy!
So now I'm in my room, ready to relax.
I can't believe it's still Wednesday! Time's moving so slow. At
least it's getting dark out. That's some progress. Brian better
be asleep and not wiggling in his bed. He can't come that way.
I guess it does give him a little pleasure. But it only
frustrates him, and he wakes up desperate the next morning. And
the he's all crabby at breakfast. *He* cooks breakfast.
The whole idea of my party is going to be based on sex---and
tricking the boys. I have some hot girlfriends coming, that's
number one. And the boys' things will pop up at the sight of
them. We'll tell them how hot we are to get them off, and start
to pleasure them where they like it the most. They'll love that
and so will we. And THAT'S when the fun will start.
Among us girls, whoever is willing to step up to the naked boys
and pleasure them will have all the chances they want. With me
supervising of course. (We'll tell them get naked or no sex.)
I'm sure they'll go into shock after we get them all heated up,
right on the edge---then stop. And none of the girls except my
accomplice Angie will know that I orchestrated it all.
When all the girls are delighted that we have the boys on the
edge and dying to come, someone will say what a great scene it
is, even if it has to be me. THEN I can say, 'Oh! I have an
idea what might be fun.' And off I go. From there, who knows
what might happen---so it will seem.
But *I* have plans I'm keeping to myself. I'll guide things, but
it won't be obvious that I'm steering things my way. Everyone
will get *something* they want out of it. Worst case---I've been
known to compromise a desire or two to please my guests.
I remember Friday is just two days away. Now I'm sorry I already
let Brian come! I want him horned up bad for the party.
I decide to have a special session with him tomorrow night, and
again on Friday just before the party. I want my brother's thing
so hot and ready to go that he doesn't need Viagra. Maybe I'll
give him those male hormone stimulator herbs. The ones I have
are safe. Those girls will drool over him---and Angie's brother
Damien, too.
I've seen Damien's thing. Brian's a year younger, but he's got
the bigger one. It's the pride thing in me. For a lot of my
friends, bigger is better. I might feel the same way someday.
They *are* fun to look at.
I get some iced tea and settle down with a movie, promising
myself I'm going to enjoy the peace and quiet for a change. But
what do I do? I get ready to call Angie and talk to her again.
This Friday night's party has me too excited to sit still.
And I've *got* to tell Angie about Brian and his gay thing,
because of Damien. (I can just see Damien giving Brian a black
eye because Brian hit on him. I'm making sure *that's* not going
to happen!) It won't be easy for me to tell Angie about Brian's
"new" sexuality, but I'll try to make it work in my favor.
If boys could do it like girls and just be nice and cozy with the
other person and not get all 'in your face' about what they want,
life would be so much easier! But they've got this hormone thing
with their flagpoles popping, and they go nuts. Males may be
stronger, but they're dumber---crude, for sure. Poor little
creatures. It's no wonder they're fighting or arguing half the
time.
I guess that's why women are superior. We understand the
subtleties of the world and intelligent, creative manipulation.
This thought inspires me to call Angie.
"So, what are we doing to Damien?" I say, knowing that would get
Angie thinking in a certain direction.
"You're always asking about him, Katie!"
"Hey---I like your brother, I think he's cute. I know he'll
enjoy himself if we make it hard enough on him."
"If you think he's so hot, why don't you have him fuck you?"
"Angie, don't start with me! I only fuck in private, and I don't
go around friends' backs and fuck their brothers."
"Well, excuse me!" she says. Then I gave her the silent
treatment. It only took ten seconds. Angie is a pushover.
"Shit, I'm sorry Katie. I'm glad you like him. It's just---I
didn't know 'WE' were going to handle Damien together."
Of course she didn't know. That's why I brought it up right away
---so I could get the edge on her. I guess I'm just more of a
woman than she is.
"Get real, girl! It's *my* party. Do you think I'm gonna sit
back and let you have all the fun with your brother?"
"No, I know! It's just...... been a hard day. You know how we
picked Wednesdays for sex? Well, I couldn't find *anything* to
punish Damien for, so I sent him to bed with no sex. The next
scheduled time isn't for two weeks."
Ah, so *that* was her problem.
"That doesn't sound like a big deal, except you backed out on a
promise." Actually, I'm still in my soft mode and feeling like
it *is* a big deal, to a point. Especially for Damien.
"Yeah, I feel bad about that, but he's got blue balls, and I'm
worried."
"Well, just set your alarm for 3 a.m., and wake him up. Ask him
if he still wants to come. If he does, let him come."
"Yeah, but then I have to take the chastity belt off, yada yada.
Wait---Is this a trick? Doesn't sound like you, Katie."
"Well, I'm not Mistress Torquemada, sweetie."
"Oh, you're funny."
"How bad a case of blue balls?" I'm an *expert* on that topic,
having given my brother 300 cases of it over the past two years.
"Pretty bad." I didn't like the sound of that.
"Look, Angie, blue balls is one thing. BAD blue balls could be a
problem. He could swell up down there, then you'll have to take
him to the damn hospital. Or he could be in pain so bad he can't
walk. He HAS to function tomorrow. Peek in on him now and make
sure he's okay. If he is, then go back later and do like I
said."
"Okay, but shit---why 3 a.m.?"
"At that hour, he'll be dog tired. He won't say yes unless he
needs it really bad. Believe me, if it's serious, he'll say
yes!"
"O wise one."
"Boys are so hung up on *coming.* I know all the tricks to get
the truth out of them."
"That's right, you're the mistress of torture."
"Torture? Get out of here, I don't torture anyone."
"Really, Katie?"
"Yeah----REALLY, godammit! They think it's torture when I make
their little things do the desperation dance, but they're all
smiles when they come. And I like to give them pain, too--with
the paddle. And you know I use other things. A lot of pain
sometimes, but I know where to draw the line. And when the pain
dies down they're three times more horny and they love it."
"Yes, but---"
"When I like a boy enough to play with him that way, I want him
to come BACK, so I don't cross that line. If you wanna torture
your brother, fine go ahead, but not in my house."
"Oh!"
"Now that I think of it, I'm worried. You better go cure his
blue balls NOW. No use taking any chances."
"Well---"
"But for the party, I'd suggest we tease that thing so bad, he'll
beg and scream for it. But he's YOUR broth---"
"No, you know I like that. I'm just not good at it."
"GET good at it, Angie. Less strain on your paddling arm."
"Okay---so why are we talking about this?"
"Well, I'm making a list of fun activities, one for Brian and one
for Damien. Do you want me to put that down, tease Damien?"
"Yeah, thanks, Katie. But what about--"
"I'll show you how I do it. Oh, and Karla said she might bring
Jeremy."
"Oh, God, he's a stud!"
"I sorta like him but I don't think he's that hot. He's cute,
he's sixteen, but he talks like a baby. We'll think of something
to do to him. I have to check things out with Karla. But you're
sure you want to give Damien the tease treatment?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Good. It's a lot of work. We don't want to be tied up for the
whole party, teasing your brother's boything. So I have this
idea. I mean, if you're interested, Angie."
"Sure."
"Well, it seems Brian wants to sow his wild outs, and---"
"Ohhh, Katie, don't tell me he has a girlfriend?!" Angie knows
how I love Brian and the special relationship we have. A
girlfriend for Brian would really complicate things.
"GIRLFRIEND? No, he knows better than that! I'd tie him to his
bed and NEVER take his chastity belt off. He has a BOYFRIEND.
Or thinks he does."
"Oh my God, Katie!" Poor Angie doesn't know *what* to say.
"He thinks he's gay, he's more like BI---and NOBODY knows this
but you and me, GOT that? Until we see how things go at the
party."
This party will be the first time Brian and Damien have a chance
to interact in a sexual context. Before this, they were two
straight boys, so sex for them never came up.
"I won't tell a soul. Oh my God---gay! What do you mean, see
how things go?"
"Wait a sec---gay's not a bad thing."
"I know, but---"
"Brian says he like boys. Your brother's a boy."
"Yeah, so?"
"Angie, you're so dense sometimes, I'd think you were a blonde!"
"I AM a blonde."
"No, sweetie, I mean NATURAL!"
"Fuck you, Katie!"
"I'm still thinking about that. Ha ha!"
"So anyway, Katie, what's the problem?"
"Brian might stare! You know---perv on Damien." I'm nervous
about this but I make sure it doesn't show.
"Oh, is that all?! Shit, Damien's bi," Angie says *so* casually.
"What? Your brother's BI? You little slut, why didn't you tell
me!?"
"Geez, okay. Sorry Katie, chill. I didn't know it was so
important to you."
"IMPORTANT? Oh, you ARE the dense one! Don't you remember Aaron
Weld?"
"Aaron Weld, Aaron Weld---oh! Sarah's new boyfriend---the blonde
kid! Oh, God! Nineteen, I think. What a hunk!"
"Yes, a hunk! You had Damien with you that night---and guess
what? We could have had a GREAT scene. I've learned from
RELIABLE sources---Aaron's bi, too! Oh, by the way, hands off!
*I* get him first."
"Oh!"
"And if YOU, sweet thing, would've TOLD me about Damien being BI,
we could've had one hot time that night with those two at
Latoya's place!"
"Oh God, I'm sorry, Katie! That would have been SO good! And
she has like ALL the toys! Aaron's bi? Cool!"
In reality, I know nothing about Aaron except that he's a
gorgeous guy, and probably straight. Lucky Sarah!
"Yes. Now keep me updated, Angie!"
"Will do. So, what are you thinking for Brian and Damien?"
I don't tell Angie, but I'm thinking those two good-looking guys
---her brother and mine---are gonna go into heat with each other,
but that's because I'd love to see that. Aaron or no Aaron.
"If you don't object," I say with great tact and delicacy,
"*I* say we watch those two and see if they look like they're
interested in each other. You know! Catch Brian and Damien
staring. GROPING would be better."
And of course, Damien will be the bait for Aaron, leaving my
Brian safe in the background until Aaron either goes for it, or
throws punches at Damien. Aaron is tall, not muscle-bound, but a
nice build. He could beat the shit out of any of us, brothers
included---although we girls would gang up on him and prevent
anything terrible.
"Yeah, so...... I don't get it."
"Ahhhh!" I said, ready to tear my hair out, but by now, we're
laughing. "There's no hope for you, woman! If we have T
WO bi boys, I can make *Brian* tease Damien's thing most of the
time, and you and I can just watch!"
"Oh. That's complicated. You expected me to think of that?"
"Well, no, now that I think about it. So, what else do you wanna
do to Damien?"
"I don't know---maybe spank him with something harder than my
hand? Do you think the girls would throw a fit?"
"No. I want this to be the wildest party ever. I'm gonna spank
Brian. And don't drink too much, Angie!"
"I swear, I won't. Okay, so I get to spank him. With what?"
"With anything you want, as long as it's not brutal." Meanwhile
I'm making notes like crazy.
"Oh, Katie, I'm excited now!"
"Yeah, it's perfect! We can both do it to our brothers at the
same time. A dual spank! Won't it be HOT?"
"That's fabulous! So, what's Brian's boyfriend like?"
"I haven't met him. Just heard Brian go on and on about him.
Saw his picture. He's....small. We'll have to see after I meet
him."
I don't want to criticize *my* brother's boyfriend to any of my
friends. This is *family* business. Maybe I can beef the kid up
so he won't be an embarrassment.
I finally get off the phone with Angie and make a list of
everyone else I need to call. Latoya, for her many interesting
gadgets---I'm sure I can talk her into borrowing some.
Sarah, about her boyfriend Aaron, who I think is very nice. I
saw him in a tank and shorts. What a hot body! Nice deep voice,
too. Sarah's not bad either. Actually, she's a dynamite lady--
refined. Hot, too!
Also I have to speak to Karla about her boyfriend, Jeremy, and
see what I could talk Karla into doing with him. Jeremy's first
appearance with our group was at Latoya's party, and all he did
was sit there and jerk off through his pants. He came and made a
mess. Karla thought it was hot.
I take a blank sheet to make a list of all the things I want to
do and NOT do for the party.
Assuming I'm right, and Damien and Brian go for each other, the
*first* item is NOT to have Brian and Damien play with each other
until *after* we get Aaron hooked--IF I get him desperate enough.
I wanna see Aaron lying on his back, naked next to my brother and
Damien. Then I can bring out their bi sides---and that will be
exciting, watching them get off on each other. Every boy has a
bi side, I say. What would three boys do, alone on a desert
island? I bet they'd be playing with each other in less than a
week.
I like gay and bi boys. That's why I couldn't come down hard on
Brian when he said he had a boyfriend.
When I talk with Karla, she says Jeremy might not be able to come
to the party. His grades haven't been good, and if his math
grade isn't better---he's getting a test back tomorrow---his
parents will ground him. That's one thing I never have trouble
with---grades. I don't know how boys always get into those
problems.
Karla's all worried about that, so I don't push the activities,
wish her well, and we say good-bye. She knows she can always
come over for a little comfort when she's blue. She feels good
about coming to my party.
When I call Sarah, she says it's not a good idea for her to bring
Aaron, because of *our* weird taste in party fun. It might be
"too much for him." Okay, Sarah's refined, but enough is enough!
"Are you KIDDING?" I say. "He's nineteen, not NINE! Once Aaron
sees Amy get naked and slip herself over those boy-spikes---and
you know she will---he'll thank you for taking him and beg to
come back!"
Sarah sounded more hopeful after that. Sarah knows Amy. I
didn't dare mention Brian and Damien possibly getting into
Aaron's shorts and giving us girls three stiff poles to look at
and play with, but just thinking about that was getting to *me*
down there.
Amy is sluttish and not that pretty, so she'd be no threat or
competition. Sarah is hot and would probably feel safe having
Aaron see Amy naked. But we all like Amy. She tells it like it
is, and you gotta admire her for her gutsy ways.
Latoya said no problem about borrowing, but that I should go to
her house so she can explain what all her toys and gadgets do.
Some of her toys, I have no clue. Now, I'm excited.
I call everybody else, and remind them to wear a dress. ALL the
core girls---Angie, Karla, and Sarah know I want them in dresses.
I make sure Latoya gets a double reminder---she hasn't been to
many of our parties.
Amy doesn't count because she'll parade around naked and tease
all the boys with her bare boobs, and when she slips herself over
their things, they are *so* primed. Boys who never get much pre
cum find it flows very well at events like these, especially with
all the stop-and-go-sex.
And it's hot to see that stuff make their gonads so shiny.
Dresses are for the girls' own good and protection. After all,
you can slip a boy's thing inside you and your dress protects
your modesty. They all love that, but they complain anyway.
I'm so excited, I'm having a hard time sleeping.
Thursday morning, before school, I hear Brian on the phone. Two
minutes later he knocks on my door.
"Katie, I hate to ask, but... do you have an extra...... chastity
belt I could have? Peter wants to wait with me and wants to know
if I could put one on him."
One minute they're dying to come---now this stupid boyfriend
wants to wait! But hey, a boy after my own heart! He can't be
*too* bad. Might have some potential after all. Now I'm in soft
mode.
"Oh, honey! I sure do. I'm not saying I like him, but I think
more of Peter already. I have the key, so you just bring him to
me when you boys finish cleaning-up after the party."
"Cool. Thanks, Katie!"
"But remember, Brian---YOUR belt stays on unless you really WOW
me tomorrow night."
"Okay!" he says, running off like shot, chastity belt in hand.
How boys can just jump into a relationship is beyond me. I
didn't even know Brian was seeing anyone when he announced Peter
was his 'boyfriend.' Then I think about what would 'wow' me. I
don't want to be forced to keep Brian chastised with his
boyfriend there. And with three video cameras hidden in Brian's
ceiling, I'll get to see everything they do.
I decide I want Bri to fuck the other boys (25 strokes each,
without coming. Maybe more.) With an elastic rope tied to his
nuts so he has to stretch it to get his thing in the boy's ass.
I think that's very creative of me. If he does that, he can get
the belt off. I won't say a word to him. I'll wait and surprise
him.
Now I have to find a damn elastic rope.
After school on Thursday, I run over to Latoya's place---I should
say 'palace'---to get lessons on toys for boys. I think most of
them are going to be things for *teasing,* but at least half are
for pain of some kind. Latoya is doing my kind of thinking.
The best part is, Latoya has as many as *five* of each gadget in
some cases. And she has toys for girls, too, of course. I'll
have to visit her again and look into *those.* But I pick out
some interesting-looking vibrators for us girls.
I pick out a whole bunch of boy-gadgets. The most interesting
toy is what Latoya calls an "ass stretcher." Most interesting at
the moment. I'm so fickle sometimes.
"It's a dildo," I say, squeezing the thing, "but not the hard
kind. This one's rubber."
"Almost. It's a special plastic. Very strong, and it stretches
so well!"
"Stretches?"
Then Latoya shows me the crank at the handle-end of the dildo.
"Yes. When you turn the crank, it gets THICKER." She cranks it,
and I watch it grow. "And this meter tells you the exact width
you achieve, so you don't have to count turns of the crank."
"I love it already, Latoya!" Damn! I can not only have a riot
stretching the boys where they don't like to be stretched, but
that meter will let me compare how well they did. I'll rank
them!
"It makes them yell when it's stretching. But when I hit the
quick release, it snaps back to a skinny dildo instantly. Then
they yell real loud! Boys OR girls."
"Oh, Latoya---I'm dripping! I can just see the straight boys
now!"
"Don't go cranking that thing too much, especially for the
straight guys."
"I won't. I know they need to have their butts handled gently.
At least on the *inside.* I always go slower with them.
My SECOND favorite toy is a thing that uses tiny, thin wooden
paddles to tap the boys balls. You strap it to the top of his
leg, she says. I watch it work and it's very gentle. Then she
tells me the secret. And yes! She has four of these!
"When I first went to use this, it was a pain scene, and the boy
thought the little machine was a joke. He found out he was
wrong." She looks so good standing there with her dark skin
looking so exotic lit by the sun. She has huge breasts.
"Very clever, Latoya! I give her a good hug."
Now I want to find Brian's old box of Popsicle sticks.
"I see those made you happy. I'm sure the others, too."
"Do you want me to take these---"
"No, don't bother. I'll polish them up and bring them with me
tomorrow night. What time?"
"Seven-thirtyish."
I get home, totally breathless, ready for some pleasuring, and
Brian calls from his cell phone.
"Katie, sorry to bother you, but um...the gray pointy thing, does
it go over or under the big tab?"
"Shit, you're STILL trying to put that belt on him?"
"Yeah. Peter's real excited about it."
"It goes OVER so it won't scratch his thing. Assuming he HAS
one."
"O-okay, thanks, Katie," Brian says, all flustered. Then he
whispers, "Yes he has one. Why did you say that?"
"Anyway, good luck." I hang up. Then I think maybe the chastity
belt is too big for Peter. Oh, well. If it's not right, I'll
hear all about it from Brian.
I call Angie and make sure she gets the right decorations.
Nothing fancy, just enough to create a party ambience. She's
good that way---always helps me with my parties. And she always
surprises me with something unexpected and nice.
I finger myself just a little, but now I'm tired so I take a nap.
I learned to take very quick naps. Just as I wake up and start
to stretch, Brian calls again.
"Katie, can I tell Peter what we do?"
"Everything but the fucking. Yes, and make me sound good. Why?"
"Oh, he might want to meet you."
"Call me first! I'm busy now! Bye."
I have a long session with my very small dildo friend with the
special big finger. It rests and vibrates on my clitoris *so*
magnificently! It's the next best thing to Brian's mouth. Now
I'm *really* mellowed out.
I start thinking that I've kept this dildo toy a secret for a
long time. I decide to show it to Latoya, since she's being such
a doll about her gadgets.
I check my list and make a few notes. While I'm finishing up,
Brian calls again.
"Hi, Katie. Peter wants to meet you. When can I---"
"Not now, Brian! I'm busy planning! If he wants to meet me and
endure my usual initiation, he has to wait till after the party."
I was sure that would scare him off.
"You mean like you did to my other friends?"
"Yes!"
"But---Peter's my BOYFRIEND."
"I may modify things a bit---I'll reserve judgment till after I
talk to him. If he gets a high score, I might go softer on him."
"I know you'll like him Katie, he's really sweet, and he---"
"Save it! Bye!" I hung up.
Brian has no radar. He never realizes when he's irritating me.
I wonder if he has gaydar. Probably not. He doesn't have that
sixth sense. It's a miracle he even *found* a boyfriend. The
kid must have good taste and just came on to Brian. I think it's
brave of a 15-year-old to do that to a 16-year-old, especially a
hot-looking one like Brian. Maybe Peter has balls. That would
notch him up in my opinion.
Before I know it, Friday's here and it's already five pm! I try
to be calm but I'm full of nervous energy about tonight's party.
At least I remembered to get the food. I just have to make time
to cook it. My parents leave for work, and I say good-bye and
all that. They're really good to me, and I hug them both.
I'm so happy they work this weird shift on Fridays! I have lots
of time to get ready, and I can have it all cleaned up, well
before they get home.
It's five-thirty on the dot, and Karla rings the bell. And
wouldn't you know---she's brought food, and it's all cooked and
ready to go!
"Karla, Thank you. What a great surprise! I was just gonna get
the food started. This means we have more time to prepare the
main events." I give her a hug and kiss. "Angie should be here
soon. She comes early to help set up, too. And thanks for doing
this."
"I like doing it Katie, especially for you. I hope it takes the
pressure off you. Tonight's gonna be a blast, I just know it."
"Thanks. Blast---you sound like Brian. Hey, where's Jeremy?"
"Oh, he can't come. He only got a C on his test. If it weren't
for you and the party, I'd be in tears tonight."
She looked like her tears were ready to flow right now.
"Karla---I'm so sorry. Not to encourage a lot of drinking, but
let me get you a beer. You're not having your period, are you?"
Girls like Karla brought out the mother in me.
"No, thank you! Why?"
"Well, that's all you'd need on top of everything else."
"I was just gonna say!"
"You relax and put your feet up till Sarah gets here with Aaron,
and I bring Brian out."
"Sarah's bringing AARON?"
"That's what she SAID."
"He's so fine, Katie! I can't wait."
"Well, don't get too obvious with him. They'll all talk, and you
have your reputation to protect."
"Oh, I won't, Katie. I wouldn't want to hurt Jeremy. But I
don't mind joining in with everyone else when it comes to Aaron."
"Take the beer, here's a footstool. Now relax, girl."
"Sounds good."
"Just remember, I have the right of first fuck with Aaron. I
told Angie the same thing."
"You and Angie don't have regular boyfriends, so you can afford
to mess around. But what about Sarah?"
"Sarah's a hot little number, sweet too, but she restricts Aaron
too much. She's suffocating that boy."
"Ohhhh!"
"Yeah! I think Aaron will be on the hunt soon."
"Well, *I* won't be in your way," she said, draining the beer.
"Right. I'm more worried about Angie."
"Yeah, but I know you. You'll plant seeds in his head tonight.
Good thing you're having this party and he'll be here." This
brings a smile to my face.
"Thanks, Karla. Thanks for pulling for me." And does she ever
have *me* right!
I think of Brian and his track meets---I go to *all* of them.
And my friends *have* to root for Brian or they're on my shit
list. No brother of mine is going to high school without being
in a sport. He's good, too.
"Katie, you're not thinking of...you know, you and Aaron---"
"Fucking tonight? No!"
"That's a relief."
"I'm not letting my party turn into a fuckfest." I put the food
in the refrigerator. "How long will it take to heat all this
up?"
"Oh, I'd say a half-hour should do it."
"Great. We have an hour then."
And that was a busy hour!
Angie shows with the decorations, and she has them put up in
minutes. The girl is good! And they're really pretty. But then
she brings out another bag.
"What's that?"
"I stopped by a special store to get these," Angie says, pulling
all this stuff out and putting it on the coffee table.
They were posters---icons of naked girls and boys in all kinds of
combinations and positions, and besides fucking, the boys were
kneeling, servicing the girls with their mouths and had their
things sticking out! Boys were doing boys, too, but there were
other threesomes and foursomes. And paper place-mats and napkins
to match!
"Whoa! These are fabulous, Angie! So right for tonight's
theme."
"Yeah," Karla says, fascinated with the stuff.
"Put the posters wherever you think. Great idea, Angie."
"I think here, here, and there," she says, pointing to different
walls."
"Wait! Where's Damien?" I feel like I'm having a heart attack.
I need that boy---he's a key player for tonight. I stare at
Angie. I think she senses my fear.
"Don't worry. He's here."
"He's HERE?" Karla and I both say.
"Where?" I say.
"In the car. I tied him to the steering wheel."
"Oh, God! I need him NOW, Angie. Bring him in. I'm going to
put him with Brian." Brian was all prepped, in his room.
Angie comes back in from her car, complaining a blue streak to
Damien, dragging him behind her, the boy's head down, so humble.
You can't tell by looks, but I know Angie's a year younger than
Damien, and to think she has him by a rope, totally under her
control, it's funny.
"Damn!" Karla says, her eyes popping, "You don't fool around."
"Yes," I say, playing the role, "nice boy you have there."
"Thank you, ladies," Angie says in just the right tone.
Of course, Angie doesn't have Damien properly trained, so he
doesn't respond, and she makes no attempt correct him. But
that's okay.
"What do you think of his outfit?" Angie says, looking proud.
"It's perfect!" Karla says.
"I'll say! Those cutoffs have no back! And the wrist and ankle
cuffs are really cool." The best part was Damien's butt---barely
covered by a tiny black brief.
"His underwear comes off right now. It's just for modesty---for
transportation."
"Oh!" Now I'm dying of curiosity to see Damien's ass in the
flesh. I consider asking Angie if she wants him to take his
brief off in the living room, but Karla is there, and Angie may
have done some things to his butt that she doesn't want Karla to
see---not yet, anyway.
"Okay, lets get him back to Brian's room," Angie says, untying
his rope.
"Hi, Damien," I say with a big smile, once we have privacy from
Karla. Meanwhile, Brian stands at attention, not saying a word.
"Hi Katie," Damien says, smiling back.
He and I have a history. Angie had me do a session with him
once, and Damien has experienced the intensity of my prowess with
a boy's genitals. My feathers, cloths, lips and tongue, among
other things, were all put to good use on the boy's hard,
dripping thing. He begs good, too.
Of course, Katie *loved* the ending, not to mention Damien.
After he came, he panted for the next half-hour. Then the cute
boy was erect and ready to go again. But Angie locked up his
gonads for the next two weeks.
I stare, unbuttoning Damien's shorts, but he takes over. He has
silky light brown hair and deep blue eyes, similar to Brian's.
But Brian is a blonde. (Like Aaron. Sigh.)
"Will you show me your butt?" I love his blush. Angie takes
over.
"Show Katie your ass, Damien."
"Yes, Angela."
He's very quick, getting naked. His thing is on the way up.
Angie takes the brief and rips it in half.
"You won't need this anymore. You can walk home without it after
the party. IN YOUR CUTOFFS."
"No, please!" Damien says, his face a nice crimson, probably
thinking of how it will feel to walk home with his bare ass
hanging out of those skimpy cutoffs.
"Be quiet!"
Karla lives two blocks away. I guess the only reason she brought
the car was to make a little show of keeping him tied up in
there.
"Hey, don't fight," I said to Angie. "I wanna see his butt,
remember?"
"Turn around, boy," Angie said.
I take a good look. It isn't that bad. Damien's ass is red all
over, probably from a general paddling first, and there are some
strap welts, a few thin, dark ones, a few old, small bruises, but
nothing shocking.
"Looks like he's been well worked over," I said, inflating the
truth for Angie's sake---with Damien jumping when my hand rested
on his butt cheeks. "Nice and jumpy, too." Angie smiled at
that.
"I'm hoping to make it look way different by the time the party's
over," Karla said, looking at her sexy brother's butt.
Damien winced, gritting his teeth as if already in pain.
I put my hand to my face to hide my grin. Damien is sexy, to me,
because he has that certain quality 17-year-old boys have, and he
did look good. Brian, at 16, doesn't quite have that, but in
looks, Brian is spectacular in comparison to any of the other
boys.
"You know the drill," I say to Brian, causing him to walk over to
me. I remove his chastity belt. Damien doesn't have his on now.
Angie looks at Damien and nods. "Get 'em up."
Brian is already naked. The two boys stand, facing each other.
"NOW, Damien!" Angie says. Since Damien is a year older, Brian
waited for the senior boy to make the first move, according to
protocol. We have our boys do this routine for all such events.
It's a nice ice-breaker for the teasing to come. The big kicker
now is they still think the other is straight.
Damien, blushing, reaches out and takes Brian's thing in his
hand. Brian responds, doing the same to Damien. Brian's blush
isn't as deep as Damien's, but I would think they'd be used to
this by now.
If they have trouble getting their things hard, we make them suck
the little things, but both boys are very aroused---Damien
because it's been 16 days for him without coming, and Brian
because I teased the shit out of him last night and before the
party.
Angie and I watch as the boys smile shyly and squeeze and rub
their things. It's cool to watch it go from soft to hard, and
see all that growth. And they get hard fast!
I love to see boys getting excited. It gets me dripping every
time--especially when a boy fondles another boy, like I'm seeing
right now. They're both erect now.
"That's good, stop," Angie says, giving a bottle to her brother.
"Lube them up."
"I'll get the sleeve and ropes." The "sleeve" is a tube around
ten inches long that I knitted (yes, knitted!) in my more
innocent days, when I was just starting to cook up schemes for
teasing boys.
Damien spread the slippery stuff all over his boy-thing, and did
Brian's. You can tell the two of them are very horny. Their
poles bounce at every touch.
I slid the tube over Brian's thing, and held it open for Damien.
"In you go," I said, and watched, dripping, while the two of them
shuddered as Damien slid his pole over Brian's---the two things
held tightly together in my knitted tube.
Now the standing boys are stuck together, held apart by the
distance of one boy-thing.
We needed a way to keep the boys excited until we were ready for
them---a way that prevents them from coming. So I came up with
this.
We tie the long rope around and around their chests, little
butts, and legs, and put them on the bed, lying on their sides.
They can move in some ways, but they can't get much sliding
action inside that tube---just enough to keep them on edge until
later.
They were 13 and 14 when we first did this, so my original tube
was soon outgrown.
It's nice that the boys struggle and moan now. We leave them
that way---squirming on the bed with a charm and desperation that
horny boys have when denied their animalistic pleasures. But
they enjoy it *so* much when they get their pleasure at the end.
I'm hoping Sarah comes through and brings Aaron, the 19-year-old
hunky blonde. College, boy, mmm! I'm going to need a maxi-pad
if this dripping keeps up. And it will, once we get started.
"Angie---in here," I say, pointing to my room.
"What's up, Katie?"
"Angie, I don't want Karla to hear. I'm sorry you had to make
Damien come the other day. It would--"
"No, he hasn't cum for over two weeks, now," she said with a big
smile.
"What happened?"
"I took you up on the 3 a.m. bit. You were right. He was tired
and said no."
"I'm glad he didn't have a problem down there. Oh my God, that's
WONDERFUL!"
"Glad you think so, Katie."
I'm trembling at the idea of having a 17-year-old boy to tease
who hasn't come for half a month! Oh, how I'll make Damien's
pole be the source of pure misery for that boy! And without even
raising a paddle. But I'll make it worse for Damien by doing
Brian first. That way, he'll be shaking in trepidation when it's
his turn!
Don't get me wrong. I love Brian, and no one can take his place.
To me, that's the joy of sibling relationships---there's no bond
or bullshit red tape. I know two brothers who are like dedicated
lovers. What Brian and I have isn't that way. But I make him
get straight 'A's, if I have to paddle the knowledge into his
ass.
I'm grooming Brian for a lifelong relationship with a very
special woman, too. And he's going to be a magnificent husband
who will treat her like a precious jewel. And she better see to
it that *he* gets his pleasure, too. Most of the time, anyway.
Meanwhile, I get my pleasure out of training him.
"Okay, it's six o'clock, Angie. We have an hour and a half
before it's party time. We better get out to the living room and
set up the spanking table and paddling bench. And get the toys
arranged. Oh, shit---Latoya's bringing them. Hope she comes
early."
"Where IS everything?"
"The spanking table is in my room. The paddling bench is in the
basement. Let's get that first."
Karla joins in, and it isn't long before we get the table and
bench where I want them.
"What else do you need?" Angie says.
"Well, lube, condoms, towels, and paper towels. I go through a
long list and the girls get the stuff as I talk. I get it all
organized. "Oh, we'll need a few empty boxes to hide the toys.
I don't want to give away all my secrets before we get started."
"I saw some in the basement," Angie says, and off she goes.
The doorbell rings, and I hope the others aren't on an *early*
kick today. But, no, it's Latoya!
"Oh, the place looks great!" she says.
"So good to see you!" I say, giving her a hug and kiss. "You're
JUST in time. I was getting ready to organize the toys."
"Wonderful. Here's one bagful. There's another in the car."
"Thanks, so much," I say. I see Karla go out to Latoya's car to
get the other bag.
"God, this is HEAVY," Karla says, putting the bag on the floor.
It's almost seven p.m., now, and I start to think about the food.
"Should we start heating it, Karla?"
"I'm not sure how you have this planned," she says. "When I do a
party, I like to wait before I serve the food."
"Oh, that's a good idea. But once things get going tonight, we
won't stop till it's over. So, I think maybe food first."
"No problem. Just show me where everything is, and I'll get it
in the right dishes and on the stove."
"Oh, you're a sweetie. Thanks Karla."
After Karla is all set, I grab an iced tea and serve some to her,
Angie, and Latoya.
I sit and relax for about five minutes and start to think about
the boys' butts. I jump out of my chair, realizing Angie and I
have one more duty to perform before we're really ready.
I just can't be too demanding about Damien, so I go into soft
mode. I decide to present it as an idea.
"I think it'd be a hoot if the boys have red butts when the
others get here," I tell Angie, after I get her in a quiet
corner. "Nothing too bad, just a nice red all over."
"Sounds good to me, Katie."
"We can paddle them now, then all the others won't hear."
Right then, the doorbell rang again. It was not the right time
for the other guests to be arriving.
"I'll get it," I yelled from the hallway. I ran to the door,
opening it slowly. I just had a funny feeling.
"Hi, is Brian here?" A thin, sexy voice said---attached to a
thin, sexy 16-year-old friend of Brian's. I pushed him back a
bit and scooted outside to the front porch, closing the door
behind me.
"Yes, he is," I say with my most charming, welcoming smile.
"Oh," the boy says, somehow unsure of me. The kid is hot!
It's Brian's friend from gym class---a boy Brian says is bi and
sexually active with a few other boys. He's a beautiful
specimen, a young-looking 16-year-old---tall, dark brown hair,
deep set green eyes, and a gorgeous smile. "We're getting ready
for a little... celebration."
"Oh, that's cool," the boy says. "My name's Dylan."
"How nice to meet you, Dylan. I saw you from a distance a few
times at school." His height and voice told me this is no little
boy. And so cute! He has that sort of magnetism that wows you--
-the kind *very* few boys have.
Before the cute thing tries to walk off, I tell him about certain
plans and people---ones I knew would interest him.
I also ask key questions which make Dylan reveal all sorts of
sexual things about himself.
I make him a special deal. After getting a good idea of the
inside of Dylan's head, I tell him about a plan I have that *he*
inspired. First I prime him with talk of sex. Then the kicker.
I say that I'll give him two hundred dollars to take a severe
spanking or two, and several lesser ones---mentioning all the
possible pain implements, and told him he had to promise to NOT
take it personally. He agreed.
"Remember, it WON'T be anything personal against you."
"Okay," he said with a smile. "I can take anything for two-
hundred dollars! Even if it hurts bad!" he said with his radiant
smile.
Then I tell him the sexual fun will start after that, and I
describe a few possibilities for his personal sexual pleasure.
The cheeky kid gets a boner in front of me as I speak. And he
rubs it!
I finally invite him, telling him to come back at 7:15, and to
tell anyone who answers the door that he has an invitation from
me as one of *my* friends.
"Who was THAT?" Karla asks as I walk in.
"Oh, Dylan. One of Brian's friends I invited. He arrived a
little early. He'll be back."
"Dylan's cute," Karla says. I just smile. She goes for the
young-looking ones, too.
"I'm going to make the boys yell now. So don't get worried," I
say, and rush back to Angie.
"I think you should paddle them, I'll strap them," I say as we
enter Brian's room---to see two, hot, struggling boys lying tied
up on the bed, wiggling, moaning pathetically, and staring the
two things together in my knitted tube---what little of them they
could see.
"Okay," Angie says, all business.
"Nothing too serious. I want just a nice, fresh, red glow."
"Okay, Katie."
"You paddle them ten times on each cheek. I'll give 'em the
strap twice on each."
"Cool." she says. The boys don't look too happy.
It's easy to paddle them on their sides.
Angie swings, and there's a wonderful combination of wood
smacking boyass, and sexy little screams, moans, and ghastly
shouts of pain. "Ah!" "OW!" "Ooo!" "God!" go very nicely with
the grim sound of the paddle's whack. She gives those boys' cute
butts a nice new coating of red. Now for the strap.
The strapping has to be done with the boy on his stomach. We
don't untie them, so they're still stuck together with ropes and
knitted tube. With the boys of little help, Angie and I get them
turned over, with Brian on top.
"Ahh! He's squishing me!" Damien shouted, sounding like the
younger, rather than the older of the two.
"Tough," is Angie's sympathetic reply.
But the strap is ten levels of pain higher than a paddle.
"Better grab his ankles and hold him down, Angie."
Once she has her grip on Brian's feet, I let loose with the first
of four wicked strokes of the wide leather belt, two on each
cheek.
"Shhhhhhhhmaaackkkkkkkkk!"
This brought a high pitched screech from Brian, who bucked the
best he could, ending up with a sexy shudder and a string of
after-moans that would make any self-respecting girl drip.
Especially since the violent bucking caused some inter-genital
friction, with one boything sliding over the other.
I plan to make the last three much harder, aiming low---part to
his butt, part to his legs.
The much louder smack makes Angie jump, and Brian wails with a
howl that could wake up the dead. "Ah! Oh, no! Ohh! Ooooo!"
Brian goes on and on. The third and fourth go pretty much the
same.
"No, please! No, please!" Damien says, begging as Angie and I
try to turn the boys over.
"Shut up, you're a big boy," Angie says, getting harsh with
Damien. "It's your turn. Make me proud of you."
We get them turned over, and I'm proud that Brian didn't complain
about Damien's weight on top of him.
I have to admit, I was swinging the strap harder than I would at
the party, just to make sure the boys perform well. A little
over-zealous practice always helps. I also admit that Damien DID
take it like a man. He was silent through Angie's tough
paddling, though his body jumped many times.
But Damien lost it on my second stroke of the strap, kicking,
screeching and screaming through those last three smacks like
Brian did. Angie wasn't pleased.
"You boys better be more impressive when we get you OUT there,"
she said as we put them on their sides gain.
"Toughen up, boys!" I add.
"Okay," they say, sounding brave. I have no doubts about Brian.
Closing Brian's door and stepping into the hallway with Angie, I
say, "We better get the final details sewed up. Guests will be
arriving soon."
"No problem," Angie said, "just relax, Katie."
Angie went right to it, checking everything she could think of.
"Oh, God---I forgot all about the elastic rope!"
"Elastic rope? What for?"
"I'm saving that for a surprise."
"I think you mean bunjee cords. I have a bunch of those in my
trunk. All different lengths."
"Perfect! Angie, you're a lifesaver!"
I go to my room to think. So far the guests present are Angie,
Karla, Latoya. We still lacked Sarah and Amy, and we need both
of them. A few other girlfriends might show. As long as we have
a good group of girls, and we do, we're okay.
We had our two main boys, Brian and Damien. Aaron was a hopeful
for the third main boy. With Dylan the cutie as a backup.
Dylan seemed to me a straightforward boy, not the strongest, but
honest, dependable. The kind of boy you could trust not to read
your diary if alone in a room with it. I knew Dylan would be
back.
I have the spanking stuff ready, plus the toys. I probably can
use more rope out there, and that's no problem because I have
scads of it right here in my room. Karla is handling the food.
Angie and Sarah are scouting around trying to find details to
fix.
I feel better. I have a mental picture that everything is
covered. I pick up more rope from my closet, grab the big
shears, and I'm off to the living room.
I check up on the girls and all is well.
"Brian and Damien!" I say out loud.
"Huh? Are you okay, Katie?" Angie asks, knowing it's not like me
to shout something out of the blue.
"Let's get our boys ready."
Angie follows me without question to Brian's room.
"What's there to do, Katie?" she says softly, deferring to me.
"We have to dress them. We're going with Speedos, right?" I say,
cutting the ropes and freeing the boys.
"Oh, God. I forgot. I brought those cutoffs."
"That's okay. We'll switch to cutoffs, later."
"But I don't have Damien's Speedos with me."
"Not a problem, Angie. Brian has lots of them. A tiny bit small
for Damien. But that should be sexy."
I keep calm. I remember Brian's male hormone stimulator herbs.
That will do him. If he has trouble staying hard, and he never
does, I'll get the Viagra.
"What IS that?" Angie says, watching Brian take the three
capsules.
"Male hormone stimulator herbs. It's the next best thing to a
shot of real hormone."
"Cool! Can Damien have some?"
"Sure." I hand her the bottle.
The stimulator herbs work very well. The erection will happen
suddenly---that's always fun to watch.
After the boys take a double dose of the stuff, we're almost
ready. Just dress them and wait for the right moment to bring
them out.
"Hug each other for good luck," I say, making two naked boys hug.
I love when their things touch like that.
"He stinks!" Brian says, shocking me and Angie. I walk up to
Damien.
"Brian's right, Angie. He smells."
"I'm losing it," she says. "Take over, Katie."
"Brian!" I say, making both boys jump, put him in the shower.
Get in with him and scrub him good! Use the good soap."
"Yes, Katie."
"Aw, come on, Angela! I can wash myself!" Damien said, turning
to see Angie, and sounding like a baby---not the usual thing for
him.
"Say ONE more word, and you get the flogger right now!" she says,
tapping her overnight bag. So *that's* what she has in there.
And that shut Damien up so fast!
We had fun watching one boy try to give the other a shower. It's
comical when Brian gets to Damien's boything. It's soft, and
Brian has to lift it, and he tries to do it so delicately. And
washing his balls! You'd think they were going to explode, the
way Brian handled them.
"A little rougher is okay, Brian," I said to try to speed things
up. "Make sure you get his feet, hole, and under-arms good.
How's his hair?"
"Hair's not bad. Smells good," Brian said, touching himself.
I can tell the exact moment when the male-herb mixture kicked in.
Two tubes of flesh suddenly point to the ceiling. The boys look
at themselves, amazed. Brian bends Damien over again and resumes
work on Damien's very attractive hind quarters.
Soon we hear Damien's grunts of complaint (but no words) as Brian
washes the rest of his delicate parts. But then he bends Damien
over again. I think Brian is especially rough on Damien's hole.
"Oh, Angie, could you ask Karla if she'd get Latoya to help her
set up the beer in the old barrel I use?"
"I think that's done by now. I saw them working on it."
"Fantastic! Thank them for me if I forget."
"Stay bent over," Brian commands. It's funny to see this taller
17-year-old, bent over exposing his butt hole to a younger boy.
"Okay, Damien, you can talk now," Angie says, but you stay in
place and behave. I'm watching!
"Ow! Dammit, Brian, that hurts! Why the frig are you scrubbing
it so hard? Ya gonna fuck me?"
That got my attention.
"Well, that's up to Katie," Brian says dutifully.
"You mean you WOULD?"
"That's up to Katie, too."
"Good, good boy Brian!" Now I'm proud of him and I'm bursting.
"Dry off, and up on the table for a reward."
"Yessss!" Bri says energetically, jumping out of the shower and
drying off at a frantic pace. Damien, out of curiosity, rushes
to follow Brian.
"Up," I say, pointing to the usual big end table that has become
the place I have Brian stand when I want to do certain things to
him. Brian knows what's coming and is all smiles. He gets up
effortlessly. I don't even see him jump.
"Oh, pre cum already!" I say. But I tone it down in front of
Angie. I don't want her to know too much about my perverted
tastes--not that she doesn't know far worse about me.
"Y-yeah," Brian says, "you look so good today, Katie."
"Oh, Brian! Perrrrrrrrfect!" That was the best answer. "Now
you get double."
"How many?" Bri says, so excited as I move my mouth toward his
hips.
"Twenty. As deep as you dare! The first ten slow."
"Cool! Thanks Katie!"
My brother trembles with anticipation. I touch my open lips to
the tip of his wet flesh, as anxious to taste him as he is to
feel the unexpected pleasure. His hard thing bobs up and down
with a life of its own against my closed lips.
"Okay, f-first ten slow," he says, shaking now, knowing he needs
to remind himself, as he's usually over-ardent at moments like
these.
He waits. My lips finally open, and he slides his hot poker over
my tongue. He trembles so badly, my head vibrates.
"O-ohh, yeah! OH YEAH, Katie!" He stretches out the ten slow
strokes, knowing I want them to be obviously slow.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," Brian whispers, the pleasure of my mouth
getting to him, knowing he must not come now. His legs get weak.
I let him put his hands on my shoulders.
Now it's time for the ten fast ones. He can choose the speed.
But I know he likes it fast. From the corner of my eye, I see
Damien, drooling, looking from Brian to Angie.
"You're lucky I don't use the PIERCER on you!" she says. I have
no idea what that is. When Angie sees my pained expression, she
shuts up, knowing I don't like to give away possible future
punishment devices for Brian, nor frighten him. Normally, I'd be
tempted to give Damien's thing a few licks, but Angie is in no
mood for favors directed toward Damien.
Wham, wham, squish, slurp---Bri's thing fucks my mouth, and he
tastes so good. After four out of ten strokes, he stops,
panting.
"S-sorry, sis---I'm too close."
"Good boy! You want to wait and do the rest in a few?"
"No, I...... might blow. It's okay!"
By this time, Damien is scarlet with need and envy. I hear the
doorbell, but put a lid on my panic.
"Angie, can you take over? Brian will show you his Speedos."
"I got it. Go, Katie."
I'm anxious to see who's at the door. I see two blurred figures
through the frosted glass. I grin in shock at who I see when I
open the door. The two don't move a muscle as I stand in the
doorway, staring at them.
It's Amy. And she's actually wearing a dress. Not a bad one,
either. She looks stunningly more feminine than I've ever seen
her. I wonder if she broke down and got a boyfriend. Her face
is nicely flushed, I thought.
And who's with her? Dylan! Brian's friend. The cute, tall,
skinny kid. And the kid has a boner that looks bigger than the
last one. Dylan gets this shit-eating grin and looks at Amy.
That's all I need to see to know what she did out here on the
porch. I give her a gritty smile. But I think it's a hoot! I
show them in.
"Amy! You raped him!"
"Not yet, honey. Don't spoil the surprise," she says.
"Good to see you Amy," I say, hugging her."
"Same here, sexy," she tells me.
"And you, too, Dylan. You're the sexy one," I say. "Welcome."
"Hi," the boy says, all embarrassed. It's so cute when a boy
gets that way. I'm in my soft mode, my sexy mode, and wild mode.
What I wanna do now is suck this hottie off, and to hell with
everyone.
But I compose myself, drooling over him as I lead the unlikely
pair into the living room. Dylan takes a seat far away from
everyone else, poor boy. Amy gets her mouth in my ear.
"I'd say don't worry honey, there's lots of him to go around for
the whole night, from the feel of his cock."
Just the words have me dripping as I picture what might happen.
But I compose myself, and whisper back to Amy that I don't like
those words for boy-prongs.
"Oh, that's right," she says, laughing. "I'll have to clean up my
act!" Amy goes straight for Dylan. If Brian had been the only
boy in the room, she would have gone for him. But they made a
good pair.
Amy didn't go into action right away. The other girls went over
to say hello and have a chat.
"Okay," Karla says to me quietly, "beer's out and food's ready."
"Oh, Karla! Thanks so much!" I announce this loud enough for
all to hear.
Soon the center of activity is the kitchen. For everyone except
Amy and Dylan. I peek around the doorframe out of lustful
curiosity. I'm also close enough to hear.
"You wanna whip it out, honey?" she says with a hand on the boy's
ass, "or you want me to get it out for ya?"
"No, I can do it," Dylan says with such sweetness and innocence,
and a touch of annoyance, maybe nerves. I had a feeling this was
his first time.
But he STANDS! That's so sexy---to see a boy go from sitting to
standing with his fingers grabbing his zipper and his pants
bulging out. Even sexier when he slides the zipper down, as
Dylan is doing. He looks around nervously, but everyone else is
behind him more or less, and at a fair distance away.
You can tell he's hard, and he ain't small. His thing looks like
a missile in his pants. He has a tough time getting it out.
Amy stares at him, her eyes go from Dylan's face to his hand,
which now grips his thing. It's pointed right at her face. Her
smile is warm and full of hope and lust. She looks like a
starving woman ready for her first meal. I wanna go over there,
kneel and suck on his poker. It's very appealing to see a boy
with his pants on and his thing sticking out of his fly.
Amy reaches around, grabs Dylan by the ass, and pulls him to her,
making his pole slide into her mouth. We all hear him moan.
Everyone stops and looks, but the horny pair knows nothing of
this. Her lips stroke him with purpose. Dylan wiggles and
squirms so cutely.
"Ohh, uhhh, God! I n-never---" but the boy was too breathless to
say more.
All of a sudden, Amy pulls away, probably just in time, and
Dylan's thing is bouncing in the air.
The shock on Dylan's face is precious. I guess he thought he was
gonna get a quickie, but Amy knows the rules---no boy comes until
we're ready for that. Until *I'm* ready for that---which means
the boys are up in front of the room and everyone's watching.
Poor boy looks desperate. As they talk, Amy undoes the top of
her dress, and Dylan's erection pokes into her big firm breasts.
It looks like he's pleading. As Amy fingers his pole, she
glances toward the kitchen door. I can see she's saying
something serious to him. I'm sure she's telling him the come
rule.
Except for his big thing, Dylan looks like a little boy now,
pleading his case. I can picture him younger, stomping his feet,
trying to get his way. Amy knows what to do. A little pain
makes a boy's thing go down, then you can have more fun.
Sure enough, Dylan nods in agreement, and Amy unbuttons his pants
while he looks around the room nervously. He blushes when his
pants drop to the floor, worse when she pulls his boxers down to
join the pants.
I walk over to them, Dylan's back to me. I pat his hot ass and
the kid jumps a mile. I know I have to plant the seed in his
head, so I say, "Don't worry Dylan, pretty soon other boys will
be naked here. If you're not naked, you can't come."
I retreat quickly into the kitchen and keep watching, but I can't
hear much of the conversation. As Amy speaks, Dylan's eyes get
bigger and bigger. Maybe she's telling him about the sex at
previous parties. When Dylan's eyes look defiant, I suspect I
know what Amy's telling the inexperienced boy. His defiant look
begins to weaken.
When Amy whispers into Dylan's ear, he looks defeated, relents
with a nod of his head, and gets over her lap. I was right,
she's going to spank him. That's really the best way to relax a
boy who's too close to coming, especially when he's not used to
it.
I was surprised when Amy pulled a hairbrush out of her purse.
Usually at this stage, we do hand spanking. I knew from the way
she responded to him that she liked Dylan, so she picked the
hairbrush either because Dylan was really worked up bad, or she
wanted to be the one to initiate the boy to real spanking.
The first WHAP of the brush and Dylan's high squeal attracted
everyone's attention. With silent footsteps, we all gathered
around the scene, unnoticed by Dylan, who was busy yelling and
squirming on Amy's lap.
When the spanking ended, the boy's butt had a pretty pink glow.
Dylan stood. When he turned, there are all were, to his great
surprise and embarrassment. The poor boy froze, his face more
scarlet than his firm little butt.
Amy and I were amazed that his thing was hard as ever.
The doorbell rang.
Ta-ta and all that. --Katie. In case you forgot, it's
EverettStorOrg@yahoo.com (and it's NOT an org!)